Lost and Found (27 page)

“Yep! Leslie will be here any minute!”

I look down at the sleeping baby to study her face. “What are the chances you’re going to stay asleep for the ride to Uncle James’s place, eh?”

Jana comes back through the door for her second load. “Did you go shopping for her like I told you to?”

“Oh yeah, sure I did.” That’s a lie. Truth is, I completely forgot about it, and apparently Veronica dropped the ball. I’m tempted to take my phone out of my pocket to do a quick search for store hours, but I don’t want Jana to catch me.

“You got a crib, I hope!” She throws more stuff in my trunk.

“Of course.”

A crib? I need to buy a crib? Is she just screwing with me? She looks serious.

“What about a pumpkin seat? Did you get one of those?” Her smile slips a little. “Seriously, James, don’t screw this up for me.”

I give her my best guilt-inducing smile. “Come on, where’s your faith?”

“I’m running low on that stuff lately.” She takes the last bag and hooks it over her shoulder. “Her car seat is in my car. After I transfer it over, you’re all set.”

“I’m not sure what she eats,” I say. “Formula, but what else?”

Jana pauses and slowly turns. “Are you serious?”

I grin really hard. “Just kidding. Go on, hurry up. Put the car seat in. I have a date with my niece.”

As soon as Jana can’t see my face anymore, I let out a stream of silent swear words. Cassie frowns in her sleep, as if she’s somehow picked up on my distress.

I’m sweating through my shirt by the time Jana’s done outfitting my car — car that’s woefully under-engineered for the use it’s being put to right now. The entire back seat is filled with junk colored either pink, purple, or yellow. It’s hurting my eyes to see my man-car looking like this.

“My god, you’ve turned my Porche into a mini-van.”

She snorts. “Hardly. Go on. Leave, before one my girlfriends gets a look at you and decides she needs to marry you.”

I’m so confused, I don’t even know how to respond to that.

Jana points at Cassie. “You’re standing there holding an infant, wearing the remnants of your suit, and your Porche is a mini-van. Chicks love that shit.”

I grin. “Good. Maybe one of them would like to come spend the weekend with us.”

She goes behind me and starts pushing on my back. “Don’t even try it. This is
your
weekend. Enjoy it. Make the most of it. Cassie loves to go for walks.”

“Doesn’t she get heavy?”

“Yes, which is why you bought her that stroller I sent you the email about last week.”

I didn’t open any of the emails my sister sent in the last week, once I realized they were going to be full of links to baby crap she thought I should buy. When the first message suggested a diaper genie, whatever the hell that is, I stopped opening them. I figured I’d put Veronica on the job. Oops.

Whatever. I’m a grown man. I don’t need my little sister telling me how to take care of a baby for two days. At least … I didn’t think so before. As I walk down the front stairs and see my back seat again, I feel the panic coming on stronger. The mountain of stuff in my back seat has me second-guessing myself.

“Okee dokee. Ready?” Jana’s standing next to the open passenger door of my car.

I hand the baby over and watch carefully as she buckles her in, taking mental notes.

“Always make sure this middle buckle is engaged,” she says, her voice muffled with her head in the car.

I get in the driver’s side, looking over at my sister and my niece.

“You sure you’re going to be okay?” Jana asks me. She casts a worried glance at Cassie.

“Of course, we’ll be fine. Cassie and I are going to have Chinese take-out and some ice cream sundaes, and then we’ll stay up until one in the morning watching Desperate Housewives of Vermont.”

“First of all, if you do any thing even remotely like that with my niece, you’re going to have your Uncle title stripped. And second, there’s no such show.”

“There should be,” I say, putting my S-key into the ignition slot. I have no idea what I’m talking about. My mouth is on auto-pilot saying whatever crazy thing comes to mind. I have to buy a whole baby-life worth of crap and I have no secretary anymore. What the hell am I going to do?

“You can handle this, big brother. I’m going to stop worrying about you,” Jana says, closing the passenger door.

“Do that!” I say loudly, hoping my voice will carry to the front of the house where she is now. “Don’t worry about a thing! We’ll be fine!”

Jana waves and I pause before pulling away from her place so I can look at my niece. Her eyes are open now and she turns her head to look at me.

“You ready for the big time?” I ask her softly.

Her face crumples and she starts to cry.

I quickly back out of my parking spot and take off, worried my sister will hear her and decide she has to cancel her weekend of fun. I need Jana to be at a hundred percent, because I’m in no position to become a full-time dad. A weekend being single again will re-charge her batteries and then I’ll be able to get back to my normal life.

As I pull onto the Brooklyn Bridge with Cassie screaming her tiny head off, I wonder at what percent I’ll be Monday morning for work.

Chapter Fifty-Four

MY FIRST STOP IS BACK at the condo. Cassie and I are going to take a limo to do our shopping. No way am I going to deal with the hassle of finding parking while there’s a screaming baby in the car. And if we take cabs, I’ll have to haul that damn baby seat in and out with me. Nope. The limo service is the way to go for sure.

I pull into the garage and call the service desk in the reception area of the tower.

“Lobby.”

“Hey, this is Doctor Oliver. I’m down in the parking garage, and I need someone to bring some things up from my car.”

“I’ll send someone right out, sir.”

I hang up and get out of the car, walking around to Cassie’s side. She stopped crying whenever the car came to a halt, thank goodness, which meant my eardrums got a reprieve at every stop light and now here in my parking space. I can only imagine the noise she’d make in this echoing garage with those lungs of hers, given the chance. She’s starting to look cranky again. Panic rises.

I hurry to unbuckle her and lift her out, feeling terrible when she hiccups several times as she tries to breathe. Apparently all that crying has her wiped out. I’m patting her on the back and bouncing awkwardly on my toes when someone walks out the service door and over to my parking spot.

“Doctor Oliver, hello. I’m Emilio, here to help you with your bags.”

“Thanks, Emilio. Everything’s in the back seat. Grab the car seat from the front too while you’re at it. Lock up when you’re done.” I toss him the electronic key fob and leave him to the task.

When we get into the residential elevator I smile. Cassie’s being cool now, and so far, no smelly business is coming from her diaper area. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she won’t shit her pants all weekend.

“You want to press the button?” I ask her, stepping towards the lit-up panel. “We’re on number thirty-five. Go ahead. Press it.”

I take her tiny hand and let her pretend to select the floor. “I used to love pressing the elevator buttons when I was kid.” I kiss her little fist as her fingers wrap around my thumb.

As we ride to my floor, I use her grip on my thumb to have her do some little baby exercises. “Up and down and up and down.” Her arm follows my movements and she just lies there, her expression serene. I start to pick up a rhythm as her arm goes through the motions, and I sway with the beat, getting into it. A chant pops into my head, and since there’s no one around to hear, I go with it.

“Two, four, six, eight, who does Cassie appreciate? Uncle James, Uncle James, yay, Uncle James!” I make her hand go above her head and wave around. All she does is stare at me as I make the sound of thousands of fans screaming their adoration for Uncle James. “Haaaa … Haaaa … Haaaaa…”

The elevator stops and we exit down the hall from my door. I pull my thumb gently out of her grip so I can fish the key out of my pocket.

“Here we are, home sweet home.” Opening the door, I inhale the fresh sent of lemon as the foyer is revealed. My cleaning lady has been here again. Friday is my favorite day to come back home from work. I start every weekend with a fresh slate.

We’re not one step into the condo when Cassie squirms and farts.
 

“No.” I shake my head at her as I kick the door closed. “Huh-uh, Cassie. No farting in this apartment. I’m serious. It’s a hard rule. Not up for debate.”

She farts again and winces.

“I’m not kidding. This is the no-baby-fart zone. Farting leads to pooping and pooping leads to me changing diapers, so no. No, no, no. Not gonna happen.”

One second later, a horrible sound I’ve never heard outside a frat-house bathroom comes from her diaper, followed shortly by an unholy smell drifting up towards my nose.

“Jesus
Christ
, Cassie! Did you not hear what I just said?”

Her mouth twitches up into a smile and all I see are gums.

I frown at her as I realize any attempts at discipline will be completely useless this weekend. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

There’s a knock at my door, interrupting the next scolding I was about to give her.

“Come in!”

The guy from the parking garage is in my doorway with all of Cassie’s stuff on a rolling cart.

“Just in time,” I say, holding out a twenty dollar bill. “You know how to change diapers by any chance?”

The guy pushes past me, depositing bags in the foyer. “No. Why?”

“Because. There’s another twenty in this tip if you can show me how.”

He pauses and stands up straight. “You got a baby in here and you don’t know how to change its diaper?”

I realize as he says that, that I sound a lot like a kidnapper.

“She’s my niece and I said I’d watch her this weekend.”

“And you don’t know how to change diapers.” The guy raises his eyebrows at me but says nothing.

I’m getting the distinct impression he considers me a complete imbecile, which now that I think about it, might not be that far off the mark.

I shrug. “Can’t be that hard, right?”

Hope slides away as he shakes his head. “Don’t ask me. Don’t know, don’t want to know.”

“How about fifty bucks?” I ask.

“No thanks.” He throws the last bag into my living room and grabs the twenty from my hand as he walks back out the door. “Have a nice night,” he says, shutting the door behind him.

I mumble, “Asshole,” kicking a bag out of my way so I can get into the living room without tripping. I’m ready to call Emilio my non-savior a few more choice words when I realize that my hand feels wet. The one that’s under Cassie’s butt.

The smell gets worse.

And my hand is definitely wet.

“Oh dear God.”

I’m in the bathroom spreading towels all over the marble floor with the one hand I have available, planning on putting Cassie down and stripping her bare so I can spray her off with my shower handle, when the phone on the wall rings, telling me someone who works downstairs wants to talk to me.

I grab it, praying it’s someone who knows how to change diapers.

“Hello?” I’m a little breathless.

“Doctor Oliver?” the man’s voice says.

“Yes?”

“There’s someone here to see you.”

“Who?”

“Some woman. Delivering food. Chinese, I think. She’s … uh … Chinese. Maybe.”

“I’m Asian-American,” I hear a voice say in the background.

Jana must have ordered me dinner before she left for the night. Did she know how helpless I’d be just walking in the door? Whatever. I’m not going to get mad at her for underestimating me. I know she means well, and if this diaper thing is any indication of how my night is going to go, I’m going to need the sustenance in that take-out meal.

“Fine. You can bring it up.”

There’s a pause. Then, “She says you need to pay for it.”

Normally my food is paid for in advance and an employee of the building brings the take-out in. Building management frowns on outsiders roaming the halls. But my wallet’s in the other room, Cassie still stinks to high heaven, and I have pale cream carpets I’d like to keep that way.

“Can she just come up here? I’m kind of tied up right now.”

I hear him ask her and then he’s back on the phone. “Yeah. She’s on her way.”

“Tell her to just let herself in. I have my hands full.”

“Will do.” He pauses and then adds, “Have fun.”

I swear there’s a smile in his voice, but I don’t have time to deal with whatever the joke is. I have a nuclear disaster on my hands, and if I don’t hurry up and take care of it, all the fresh lemon scent is going to be destroyed, and my condo will smell like nasty baby butt all weekend instead.

Chapter Fifty-Five

I PULL THE RED EMBROIDERED satin dress down farther over my buttcheeks one more time after I enter the elevator. I’m almost home free and I can hardly contain myself. Goodbye ring and hello good karma,
 
easy street here I come.

Ralph said I’d never make it past the doorman, but he was wrong about that, underestimating my powers of persuasion like most people do. Silly man. You’d think he would have learned by now; nothing stops me when I’m on a mission. And my mission is to get rid of this stupid bad luck charm once and for all.